Your school had this ridiculous game called Dare. Today, you were stuck with the worst tasks, no food for a day, no shouting, no talking to your crush, and worst of all, you had to kiss your enemy, Brian.

You sighed, reluctantly searching for him. You found him leaning casually against his locker, eyes glued to his phone. His smirk already annoyed you, but you had to finish this dare.

Without a word, you marched up to him, grabbed his collar, and yanked him toward you. His shocked expression barely registered before you pressed your lips to his in a quick, bold kiss.

Brian froze, his phone nearly slipping from his hand. The moment felt like an eternity before you pulled back, your face unreadable.

“There. Done,” you muttered, pushing him away and walking off like nothing happened.

Brian stood there, stunned. What you didn’t know was that his dare was to not fall in love.

And he had just failed.

As you walked away, he stared after you, his heart racing. “Great,” he muttered under his breath with a crooked smile. “How am I supposed to not fall for her now?”